In a strangled voice, he said, “Cordelia—” Her breath went out of her in a gasp as he caught her in a hard embrace. Despite the cold night, his shirt was damp with sweat. His arms around her were strong and solid; she could feel the swift hammering of his heart. He pressed his cheek against hers, chanting her name, Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. “I’m all right,” she said quickly. “It got on my dress, is all, but I’m perfectly all right, James—”
